Category: Abba’s Art

The result of timeless chance, or a timeless Creator? 

Been a while since logging a post, so thought it might be time to bring y’all up-to-date with a brief synopsis of ‘holler’ happenings up here on the mountain.   Blessed would succinctly, but all too inadequately, sum it up. This pic of redbud blossoms is a mere glimpse of the Smoky Mountain splendor that we wake up…

An inexplicable, paradoxical peace envelops me whenever I’m alone in the wilderness and Mother Nature unleashes her awesome fury in raging winds, white-out blizzards, or torrential thunderstorms.  Such was mine to behold yesterday along the West Fork of the Little Pigeon River in the majestic Smoky Mountains . . . what an omnipotent God is…

Less than two months ago I sat on a jet headed NE gazing down over the Rockies through the clouds.  Now the jet’s headed SE, with the Rockies far below the clouds once again.  Somewhere down there, a couple of centuries ago, Indians roamed along mountain trails, gazing upward through the clouds . . .…

Been a while since the last post . . . who just said “Thank Goodness!” 🙂 Immersed in the midst of snow-bird packing to slightly warmer climes until next Spring, my wilderness roamings with camera have been curtailed as of late.  Nevertheless, busyness does not negate extending Christmas greetings, so here’s a pic; a synopsis…

Hi Y’all  . . . practicin’ my Southern :), The thermometer registered a frigid zero this morning.  Our resident red squirrel (he has lotsa’ buds in the neighborhood) appeared to be praying, with tiny paws folded, for warmth.  Below him one of our roaming ruffed grouse covey scratched in the snow for seeds.  Sure thankful my Dad chose to place me here…

One of life’s unappreciated joys is being cramped into a coach class airline seat for 7 hours. It provides ‘quality captive time’ to read and ponder … I realize I’m a tad weird 🙂 Sooooo, here I sit with my honey (she’s sleeping) 34,000 ft. above terra firma on our way back from the awesome Smoky Mts.…

“A picture is worth 1,000 words” will forever remain an inadequate, feeble attempt at describing Abba’s spectacular creationscapes.  The towering beauty of the Last Frontier’s rugged ranges . . . the contoured,  hills and ‘hollers’ of the Smokies . . . are contrasts in artistic magnificence that defy comparison.  So, without any further words, here’s a glimpse of what Ellen and I…

I often wonder how many countless members of God’s magnificent menagerie I’ve passed by on my woodland wanderings without ever sensing their presence.  This pic testifies to the amazing camouflage Mother Nature utilizes to protect her own . . . isn’t evolution incredible . . . NOT!                                                     Be Blessed, and . . .                                      +…

I recently purchased a Fitbit.  It tells me the time, how many steps I’ve taken; miles covered; stairs climbed; heart rate; pulse rate; calories burned; hours slept; time exercised . . . amazing little gadget! However, this technological marvel cannot tell me the answer to a question King David, and I suspect all of us have…